"The four directions above and below are called the universe..."
Lying on the cold ground in the official street of Chang'an City, Rong Tianding murmured, repeating what Shi Wudao had recited.
As a practitioner of the Shi Jiao School, what Shi Wudao recited was of no use to many people, but to him it was another kind of sense, and even his senses were extremely strong.
The extension of the universe continues to linger in his body, and destruction and vitality are constantly intertwined.
The accommodating capacity of space, the downstream and countercurrent of time, are constantly evolving in the teaching of "The Way of Death".
"Is time flowing backwards?"
Rong Tianding's eyes widened, and the fear of death continued to spread in his heart.
No one can be completely calm in the face of death, but if he wants to escape his death crisis, he may need to actually fall into death.
Only death can get rid of the zombie aura and Nan Minghuo, but because he still has a physical body, maybe he can have a chance to breathe back.
Rong Tianding is not a peerless genius, but he can enter the country by relying on the superficial contents inherited by Mu Taoist, and he can learn Nanminghuo from Dong Zhongshu. He is not a stupid person.
"Cousin... cousin... I... I want... I want to die first!"
Rong Tianding opened his mouth.
The monk's self-rescue stemmed more from himself. When Zhang Xuezhou's many methods failed to work, Rong Tianding finally chose to gamble his own life.
"The pure air has not risen, the turbid air has not settled, the wandering spirit has not yet awakened, and the five colors have not been separated. There is something in it, but the nature exists..."
He murmured in his mouth, and the Vajra Talisman seal supported by the magic power in his body gradually went out.
The corpse air still remained in the pores of his body, and Nanming fire penetrated into the gaps and burned.
But as Rong Tianding gave up, Nanming's fire gradually went out.
"Cousin? Cousin?"
Half-kneeling on the official street of Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou looked horrified.
It's not that he has never seen people die, but he has never seen his close relatives die in front of him.
Especially since his cultivation was far ahead of Rong Tianding and he had been out in the world for several years, Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that Rong Tianding would die in front of him due to an accidental oversight.
He began to hate himself and regret why he had not traveled far on horseback.
Even as long as they are tens or hundreds of miles away from Chang'an City, Rong Tianding may not be affected by the aftermath of such a top monk battlefield.
"What is fate and what is luck?"
Zhang Xuezhou roared angrily.
He stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar world with wide eyes.
Whether he's aggressive or cautious, he can't seem to escape bad influences.
One moment he might be laughing, but the next moment he couldn't even cry.
Zhang Xuezhou hated the extraterrestrial demons for making a mess of his life. He also hated Emperor Jing's gift of luck to his fate, and even more hated himself for being unable to control himself.
The drifting of life makes it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to stabilize and calm down.
But Zhang Xuezhou found that he had to stabilize.
He needs to figure something out and he needs to be able to do it.
No matter what happened, he had to stop.
He needs to study clearly everything about himself, and also needs to study clearly the Huang-Lao science involving 'fate' and 'luck', as well as the science of physiognomy that may change fate.
He has to calm down and study, even if this kind of research is long and long.
This not only saves himself, but also avoids the impact on those close to him.
Today it could be Rong Tianding's death, tomorrow it would be Zhang Manqian, the day after tomorrow it would be Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, and whether it would affect Ren Anran and others in the future.
"No noise is allowed on the street. Where are you from and what is your name?"
It wasn't until the guards patrolling Guan Street in the distance scolded him that Zhang Xuezhou picked up Rong Tianding's body with a gloomy look on his face.
The body that gradually fell into the cold made Zhang Xuezhou's heart equally cold.
He walked slowly along the long street and fell into the darkness of the street.
The figure walked away, and the guards who were scolding from a distance did not dare to step forward to investigate.
This is not just a matter of leaving the patrol range without authorization, but many people have been attacked by corpse energy tonight, which makes it difficult for people to have the courage to investigate everywhere.
Everyone is waiting for dawn, and then let the sun sweep away all this filth.
"come here!"
Zhang Xuezhou walked blankly holding the body, and he didn't know how long he walked.
When the sky was twilight, he felt a familiar hoarse voice coming, and a pair of hands grabbed behind his neck.
"Heal me!"
The hoarse sound became normal after coughing twice and turned into the voice of a young woman.
Zhang Xuezhou raised his eyes slightly, and saw in the dim light of the morning that the woman who had been seeking healing in front of their stall grabbed him and stood in the corner of the Dong Mansion wall.
"Your healing technique didn't cure me," the woman said, "I paid the money, and you have to be responsible to the end!"
She glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, and then at Rong Tianding who was being held by Zhang Xuezhou.
When she stretched out her fingers at Rong Tianding's nostrils, the woman's attitude quickly softened.
"It's remarkable that he was able to survive the attack of Shi Wu Dao's corpse energy and leave a whole corpse behind," the woman said, "but people cannot be resurrected after death. Instead of holding the dead in despair, why don't you save me, a living person?"
"Do you know the person who attacked the palace?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"I know him, that's all I know. I don't know why he became so scary and difficult to deal with," the woman replied.
"Tell me some ways to save my cousin, and I will help you stop the uterine bleeding," Zhang Xuezhou said.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the woman.
Before Shi Wudao attacked the palace, it was the group of women who caused trouble.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to know why this group of people took revenge on the imperial court, but he knew that these people represented some high-end academic forces.
Every school of thought has a few tricks up its sleeve. The other party may not be able to save Rong Tianding, but a piece of information may be useful.
"I didn't... Hey, wait a minute, why don't you let him bask in the sun then. The heat of the sun should be able to sweep away the filthy corpse aura, and maybe he can come back to his senses!"
"goodbye!"
The woman made a suggestion, which was similar to drinking more hot water when you are sick.
Zhang Xuezhou ignored the woman's possible attack and carried Rong Tianding towards the guest house.
"Hey, just wait!"
The woman looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who had a gloomy face, and knew very well that it was difficult for such people to have any motivation to help her heal when she was depressed. Even the other party's mentality was almost in a state of collapse, and even forcing him to death would have little effect.
"I have another way to try!"
"any solution?"
When the woman spoke again, Zhang Xuezhou quickly turned his head back.
"It's easy for you... Humph, I have a baby with blazing power to remove filth, but if I give it to your cousin to remove filth and corpse energy, you must also cure me." The woman said: "You must at least perform a spell on me. More than ten times!”
If you can't go out through the main entrance, you have to climb over the city wall of Chang'an City.
The short areas of these city walls are more than thirty meters high, and the high ones are nearly forty meters.
This is not a height that ordinary people can climb. The woman tried several times late at night. Not only did she not get over the city wall by using the light body technique, but it also caused her uterine bleeding again.
No store owner's medicine can provide treatment as quickly as Zhang Xuezhou's surgery.
The woman hoped that Zhang Xuezhou could quickly heal her injuries.
Zhiwudao attacked Chang'an City at night, and the scene caused by this kind of thing was far greater than their actions.
If she guessed correctly, the little emperor who ascended the throne might try his best to investigate everything in Chang'an City.
The personnel patrolling Chang'an City today may not only be the Imperial Guards, but may also involve a certain legion assigned to defend Chang'an City.
Without any sense of discipline, it would be difficult for her to escape such a city-wide inspection.
She needed to escape from Chang'an City in the shortest time and in the fastest way.
